Quotes About Ambiguity

She glanced at the papers he'd been working on. Black and white. He wouldn't see the shades of gray she saw there. The man they sought was a killer. The state of his mind, his emotions, perhaps even his soul, didn't matter to Ben. Maybe they couldn't.

heart. I don't know what's right, C.C. I don't know what's best.

Can't say for sure, and don't see why they

thought of it. She didn't have a clear idea what she intended to do, but the one thing she

God has provided enough evidence in this life to convince anyone willing to believe, yet he has also left some ambiguity so as not to compel the unwilling

At sunrise, everything is luminous but not clear

the future is a teenage crackhead who makes shit up as he goes along.

Life is fucking confusing. I don't know anything, and neither do you.

And I'm probably wrong. Maybe not completely, but partially. And maybe not today, but eventually.

History is defined by people who don't really understand what they are defining

The future is always impossible.

If you know exactly what's going to happen tomorrow, the voltage of that experience is immediately mitigated.

even the groups who took advantage of the gold rush were dubious about what was happening.

I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure.' A spinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined.

What we don't understand we can make mean anything.

The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it's the wrong place.

To stand here and try to fix her life is just a big waste of time. People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messed cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.

When you're thinking about the rest of your life, you're never really thinking more than a couple years down the road.

In light this bright, after so long in the dark, everything we can see is only black and white. Only glaring shape-outlines we have to blink against.

My stomach hurts, but if it's guilt or impacted stool, I can't tell. Either way, I'm so full of shit.

What you don't understand, you can make mean anything.

Where we're at right here is the beginning of the end.

In the way our world is, everybody shoulder to shoulder, people knowing everything about you at first glance, a good veil is your tinted limousine window. The unlisted number for your face. Behind a good veil, you could be anyone.

The answer is there is no answer